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Song of Inebriate


The piping hot food
and the blowing hot wind
and a sweltering heat around
gave a perspiration tremendous

Accustomed to eating hot
the food burnt the tongue
making it quite painful
and presenting an uneasiness.

The breeze that ran through
penetrated through the cheeks
making it angry red
diffusing a pretty discomfort.

The exhuming temperature
rose to novel heights
tending to get with sweat
distributing an unbearable warmth.

With the hot palate
and a hot temperate
along with a hot rebate
ending up asburnt tongue a song of inebriate

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Dance And After.


The peacock went up the hill in search of prey.
The peahen was preparing a broth in a pot of clay.
The peacock came dancing through the gateway.
Swinging this side and that side as if in a sway.

The peahen looked at the dance.
Excited it fell into a trance.
Waking up cast a glance.
Lo! the broth was burnt beyond chance.

peacock dance